paroles de chanson Why You Mad - Glizzy Gang

Really tell me why you mad son
Why you mad, why you mad
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
Nah, Nah
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'm a let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
Really tell me why you mad son
Why you mad, why you mad
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
Nah, Nah
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'm a let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit

One self starter, stayed on my grind, told me don't waste no time
Smoking big dope shit, smelling like pounds
I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
Couple hundred just to watch my time
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
A couple hundreds just to watch my time
Since I was young I was jugging
Nickles and dimes of the nuggets
Ever since they robbed me, best believe I was bustin
Smoking like a zombie, Zoo Gang my niggas or nothing
All my niggas'll cut to busting
Seven ten behind me, fuck niggas ain't saying nothing, Squad!

Really tell me why you mad son
Why you mad, why you mad
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
Nah, Nah
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'm a let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit

You acting like a Fed, tell me why you mad
Is it cause I got that bag, or it's cause I copped that Jag
This... moves fast, they might get on your ass
Can't fuck her she ain't bad so ya'll can get her ass
My bitch a trap queen, and my Aunt a dope fiend
I'm a CEO nigga, you don't know what that means
I put on my hood and feed my whole damn team
I just, they killed the whole damn scene
Who's these niggas, well I know they not me
They don't excite me, they so plain like white tee
My life is a movie, call me young Spike Lee
I know why you mad, cause I just touched like 9 G's

Really tell me why you mad son
Why you mad, why you mad
Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich
You don't want to make me mad son
Nah, Nah
Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'm a let it finna rip
For them bands I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit